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Chapter 391

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    "Wu San! Wu San!"

    Zhou Feiran clutched his head, his whole head seemed to explode, his eyes hurt when he opened them, even when he closed them, even a little bit of consciousness hurts, his upper and lower teeth chattered from the pain, and his face was wrinkled into a ball of rags.

    The boy who was waiting at the door hurried in when he heard the sound, "Here we come! We come!"

    As soon as he came in, he blurted out the question, "Master, what's the matter?"

    Zhou Feiran let out a groan, and lay down on the bed carelessly covering his head, "Headacheit hurts me to death."

    Wu San explained, "Master, you drink so much, you will naturally have a headache when you wake up, just bear it and pass it"

    Zhou Feiran choked, opened his eyes hard and stared at Wu San, it wasn't him who dared to feel sorry for him!

    "Headache!"

    Wu San gave a "huh".

    Seeing that Wu San didn't respond, Zhou Feiran kicked him up, "Then why are you still standing there? Hangover soup, you're going to make me hurt to death? You did it on purpose!"

    Wu San smiled foolishly, "What are you talking about, young master?"

    "Then why are you still standing there?!"

    Seeing Wu San frozen in place, Zhou Feiran's head hurt even more, the pain was terrific.

    Wu San was stunned for two seconds, and did not respond until Zhou Feiran called out the three words "hangover soup".

    "Yes! Yes, hangover soup!"

    Ms. Lin's sober soup!

    "Master! Go and get it, little one!"

    Seeing Wu San's enlightenment, Zhou Feiran heaved a sigh of relief, and reminded, "Hurry up! Otherwise your young master will die!"

    "I know, I know!"

    Wu San ran out while talking, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

    Zhou Feiran covered his head, and said aloud, this headache is not because of an injury somewhere on the body, a stabbing, this pain drives all the nerves, tense, fluctuating twice from time to time, the brain is blank, only the feeling of a splitting headache is left  .

    "Master! Master! Here we come!"

    Wu San ran in again quickly, holding a bowl of hangover soup firmly in his hand.

    Zhou Feiran waved his hand, motioning for him to bring it over.

    Wu San approached and put the hangover soup in front of Zhou Feiran's nose, the fragrant hangover soup finally brought him back a little bit of consciousness.

    Supporting the bed with his hands, he gritted his teeth and sat up, carrying it, and poured it directly down.

    The taste is not bad.

    Wu San squatted aside and watched, sighing, "Young master! You say you, why bother! You always torment yourself, you don't want to see it, so why bother to drink, it makes it ugly."

    Zhou Feiran ate the soup wholeheartedly, and Wu San's words were completely ignored.

    "You are so drunk, you don't even know how angry the old lady is, and she almost demolished our small courtyard! You are good, young master, just fall asleep and don't care about anything."

    Hearing the old lady, Zhou Feiran distracted a little from the soup, "What is there to worry about? Aren't you fine?"

    Wu San choked, and flattened his mouth aggrievedly, "That's right. But you didn't see the old madam go crazy, it's all true, the person who made the mistake slept soundly, and couldn't get up no matter how much he screamed, no  Those who make mistakes will end up standing under the sun and being criticized!"

    Zhou Feiran drank the soup and casually agreed, "What does this mean?"

    Wu San's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, he concluded soberly, "It means that the little one is unlucky, did he hit the muzzle?"

    Zhou Feiran looked at Wu San approvingly, and patted him on the shoulder, "That's right! You're out of luck!"

    Having said this, Wu Sangeng had a mournful face, "The little one wants to hide, but he can't!"

    Zhou Feiran shook his head, "I'm not saying you're unlucky about this."

    Wu San was puzzled, "Then what?"

    Zhou Feiran looked into Wu San's eyes, and explained seriously, "Following me, bad luck."

    Wu San was stunned for two seconds, and then started cursing, "It's really unlucky! It's really unlucky!"

    Zhou Feiran nodded in agreement, and patted Wu San on the shoulder with emotion, "It's strange to say, you are always there whenever I commit a crime, but you always follow me to be scolded, it's really hard work for you!"

    Wu San smiled wryly twice, "The little one is out of luck!"

    Zhou Feiran sighed, "Then resign to fate!"

    After all, holding the bowl, Gulu Gulu drank and ate everything, and then he calmed down a bit, touched his mouth, and smacked it twice with aftertaste.

    "Today's hangover soup is good, has the cook changed?"

    "No." Wu San was still immersed in theIn the agony of his life, facing Zhou Feiran's question, he blurted out completely subconsciously, "This soup is Lin"

    A piece of Lin Zhong rolled in his tongue made Wu San immediately come back to his senses, remembering Lin Huan's thousand exhortations and Xiaohuan's coercion and lure, he swallowed it back vigorously.

    Compensation smiled and said, "Maybe the cook wants to change the method."

    Zhou Feiran had a headache and didn't think much about it, so he let Wu San get away with it, "It's not bad, it's very good, I'll do this in the future, but it seems like I've tasted it somewhere."

    As soon as Zhou Feiran said that he had tasted it, Wu San immediately became nervous, shouted haha, and tried to confuse him again, "How could the young master have tasted it, this is the first time the cook has made it, even if he has tasted it, it may be that someone has used this recipe before.  , after all, there are only so many hangover soups, so it's not surprising that the young master tried it."

    Zhou Feiran took a few glances at Wu San, and couldn't remember where he tasted it, so he agreed with Wu San's statement, "It should be, but this time it's very good. For Lao Tzu's taste, tell the kitchen, and I will try it later.  Do it."

    Wu San heaved a sigh of relief, broke into a cold sweat, "Yes, yes, yes."

    After drinking the soup, Zhou Feiran felt much more relaxed, and his head didn't hurt so much. Suddenly, his brain shut down and his heart stopped beating. He was stunned, and subconsciously stroked his forehead, feeling a strange feeling.

    When he was sleepy, it was like a phantom, full of tenderness, and then he seemed to kiss him, in a daze, he only remembered feeling a touch of softness, and then he didn't remember anything.

    "Did anyone come while I was sleeping?"

    Wu San was packing up the bowls and chopsticks. Hearing Zhou Feiran's question, he froze in place, and the mechanical version turned his head, "Why did the young master say that?"

    Zhou Feiran turned sideways and looked at him, "I don't know, it feels like someone has been here, and"

    The voice suddenly stopped.

    Wu San was nervous when he heard it, and even more nervous when it stopped abruptly, "And what?"

    "and"

    Zhou Feiran touched his forehead, and smiled silly, "And it seems that he even kissed me."

    "What?!"

    Wu San let out a loud cry of surprise, the bowl in his hand fell to the table with a bang, and he swayed a few times before he stabilized.

    "Kissed you?!"

    Zhou Feiran looked at Wu San blankly, "What's the matter? What's the fuss about this, could it be that someone really came in while I was sleeping?"

    "Hehe" Wu San laughed a few times to hide his panic, "That can't be done! No one will come if the young master says so, so how dare you disobey the young master's wishes?" (Remember this website URL  : www.hlnovel.com
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